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to plop down in his chair and stare at Diana's hanging form. Eventually,
he had the translator untie her and leave her lying on the cold
concrete floor on her back. He knew that she was broken but he
still wished for her formal surrender. She had to tell him her
unit, base and mission.
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He let her lie on the cold floor for fifteen or twenty minutes
while they both recovered. Then he had the translator drag her
to her knees and take off her gag. Her arms dangled uselessly
by her side as a result of the earlier suspension. Quietly he
ask his three questions. Matching his tone, the translator ask
mildly, "What was your unit, your base and your mission?"
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